Those Little Silences

Just a story based on my everyday life. Well, not everyday. Enjoy!

God, the silence. I always hated any kind of silence. Pregnant pauses, awkward moments, all those silly little times when you can hear a needle fall to the ground. This silence is the worst. You have all these people around you, but not one of them talk or whisper because they're afraid that a certain someone who is somewhat pissed will all but rips their heads off.

It's those silences I hate.

This certain someone who is somewhat pissed happens to be my mom. You see, apparently we had the worst winter break. Ever. So she thinks that since we have money for it, we can go for a trip. It doesn't happen.  Now she's mad at all of us; which is me, my dad, and my sister. We're in the car and my dad is driving around everywhere to find a place where we can have fun. In silence. I can't wait.

My sister sits next to me. I notice that she too cannot stand this silence any much longer than I can. I tap her hand. She turns away from the window, and she looks at me. It'll be OK, I mouth. She nods silently and turns back to the window. I sigh. Quietly, of course.

"Will someone please speak? God, you all had ideas of what you want to do, but nobody is talking!" My mother says.

Her outburst causes me to jump a few inches in the air. At least that made my sister smile. My father mutters something. My mother says something to him. He keeps on speaking in hush tones and she starts raising her voice gradually.

Now I want silence. Now I want pure, sweet but sad silence. I want to hit, kick, and scream at something. Maybe a rock. Rocks don't yell back.

It's at these times that I wonder what my sister is wondering. It's scary to think that my sister has only been alive for almost nine years and she's heard more fights from my parents than a counselor who handles couples that are like my parents right now. It's sad and now I want to yell at my parents for putting my sister through all of it.

I turn away from the madness and look out my window. Cars pass by me.  I wonder if the people in those cars are having a good day; or maybe they're having a crappy day like I am. Who knows?

 

Reviews

[Lizanne]

I love your story. It speaks so well of what goes on in private places. You allowed us to be a voyeur in your family car. Much like walking past houses in the evening, wondering if they too are sad, happy, contentedly watching a movie........Thank you for the short trip with your family. I have been in this same situation as a child and to be honest have probably put my daughters through the same thing. Keep writing, you have a talent that needs to be shared.

[Elvina CZq]

What a silence... I can really relate to that, and think anyone who reads this would too. This is such a simple writing piece, which without too much words or long paragraphs, you've decribed and creation a scene just right on the spot without pulling away too much attention on other matters. Good job on that, and I might want to go on and 'raid' your profile for more stories to fill my appetite :)

[fogisbeautiful]

Hi! Wow, this was really good. I love how you made it seem at the beginning like the silence was the problem, but really it seemed like it was what was causing the silence that was the problem and then you turned it around in the end and you wanted the silence back. It was a very moving moment, very realisitic, I felt like I was there. There was a line at the end that seemed to ramble a little, second to last paragraph. "It's scary to think that my sister has only been alive for almost nine years and she's heard more fights from my parents than a counselor who handles couples that are like my parents right now." I think it might be the fact that you said, "my parents" twice so close together. Maybe if you just said, "than a couple's counselor." and cut the end of the sentence. But it's up to you, you have a great writing style. I'm off to read more!